Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 115 Help Brother Get Up
Before, when Wang Mu's body was full of golden and red threads, Ding Yuan was watching from the top of the mountain, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He stayed in the Kongtian Pavilion for a long time, and he had seen several people who forcibly practiced this soul-breaking method Everyone's situation was exactly the same as Wang Mu's. There was no reaction in the early stage, but suddenly one day, countless golden and red threads automatically burst out from their bodies, like the threads of a knife cutting the whole body into pieces.

But only Wang Mu survived this stage!
Ding Yuan had to be shocked, although he had been mentally prepared for this before, so he dared to let Wang Mu take this exercise, but seeing the monstrous arrogance suddenly erupting from Wang Mu with his own eyes, even a master like him was a little heartbroken. shock.

The Flower Buddha is the Flower Buddha, even after the eternal reincarnation, it is extraordinary!

Hearing Ding Yuan's words, Wang Mu quickly calmed down.

Presumably, this is the frightening and miraculous aspect of the soul-destroying method.

According to Ding Yuan, Wang Mu's current situation is not because of any mistakes in his cultivation, but because of his progress.

Destroy the soul and cripple the law, put it to death and live again.Thinking of this sentence, Wang Mu smiled, persisted, it really worked!
What if there is no Buddha wheel? Back then, Wang Mu was also naked, so he practiced day and night?

People need to understand contentment, contentment is always happy!

Looking at the smile that suddenly appeared at the corner of Wang Mu's mouth, Ding Yuan felt his head go numb, the Buddha wheel disappeared, he almost died from practice, and others were scared to pee, but you can still laugh?

"Master Abbot, I want to continue to practice!" Looking at Ding Yuan, Wang Mu said excitedly.

Ding Yuan's eyebrows trembled, and he said earnestly: "Master Hua Buddha, oh no, my child, why do you still love to go into a dead end so much? Although you have crossed the threshold of breaking souls and crippling methods, but Master doesn't know that you will come back again in the future." What happens, if you are really trained to death, how will you let the teacher explain to your immortal grandfather?"

"Master, don't worry, I won't die!" Wang Mu said firmly, "Everyone in the Three Realms and Nine Regions wants to kill me, isn't this disciple alive and well? I want brains, don't worry."

Ding Yuan hesitated to speak, sighed helplessly, turned and left.

Wang Mu looked up at the sky, the sun had already risen, and a brand new day had arrived.

It's a new day, a new breakthrough, Wang Mu suddenly felt refreshed, took the bucket and pole, hummed and left.

The days are still the same, but Wang Mu seems to see hope.

Although there is no Buddha wheel, Wang Mu still continues to practice every day, naked.

But this is not so promising in the eyes of others, it is simply a joke, without a Buddha wheel, even if you practice without sleep, what is the point?

Wang Mu was cultivating amidst the cynicism of his senior brothers.

Sure enough, a month later, a new situation appeared again.

In the past, I practiced the soul-destroying method. Although my spiritual power didn't increase much, my spirit was very good, my body was great, and my food was delicious.

But in the past few days, Wang Mu felt inexplicably unwell, dizzy and nauseated, his limbs were weak, and he occasionally experienced vomiting and diarrhea. The symptoms were like poisoning or severe kidney deficiency.

Ding Yuan was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and finally stopped Wang Mu's task of carrying water, and took away Wang Mu's broken soul and broken method, but Wang Mu had already memorized the broken soul and broken method by heart, so Ding Yuan They monitored Wang Mu 24 hours a day and ordered him to stop practicing.

Wang Mu had no choice but to lie on the bed, and he didn't have the strength to get off the ground.

"It seems that this kid is dead this time."

"This is the end of no self-knowledge. With his talent, he dares to practice this soul-breaking method. He practiced even after the Buddha wheel is gone. Isn't this courting death?"

"Master too, why is he so caring about a trash, accompanying him every day, and even feeding him water and food himself?"

"It seems that Master's eccentricity can't last for a few days. Looking at him like that, he probably can't last for three days."

Looking at Wang Mu who was lying on the bed with a pale face and breathless, the other senior brothers in the monk's room were discussing in low voices.

But Wang Mu was not as dying as he appeared on the surface, and he was even a little excited in his heart.Putting it to death and reviving, he seemed to feel the bottleneck of the soul-destroying method, the real bottleneck.

If you can survive this dying period, it will be the day when you break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly.

Even though his body was about to die, Wang Mu was extremely firm in his heart. He was confident that he would not die, that he could defeat the ravages of this soul-destroying method, because he still had a lot of things to do and things he didn't understand.

Reincarnation of all ages, the pursuit of the Nine Realms has survived, not to mention the test of this mere skill!

"Damn it, let the storm be more violent!" With his eyes closed, Wang Mu gritted his teeth and muttered with all his strength.

"Rumble..."

A thunderbolt from the blue sky exploded, and the clear sky outside the window was filled with dark clouds in an instant. After a burst of lightning and thunder, a downpour of rain fell, which made the somewhat hot air cool down immediately.

All the brothers in the monk's room looked at the sudden change of weather strangely.

"Why did it suddenly rain?"

"Yeah, maybe God also knows that this kid is going to die."

"Heh, as far as his talent, which is not as good as a pig, it's not enough to move God."

While talking, everyone turned the topic on Wang Mu again.

"After the morning class, let's find a place to practice!" The golden light flashed across the room, and Ding Yuan appeared in a long robe, with his hands behind his back, staring at the senior brothers and shouting angrily: "Your senior brothers are so sick, and you still have the heart to talk sarcastic, In the future, I will let my teacher see your deeds like this, and let me roll down the mountain! I am destined not to have an apprentice like you!"

"I'm sorry, Master, we know we're wrong." The senior brothers hurriedly lowered their heads, with a hint of guilt in their voices, after finishing speaking, they didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran out of the monk's room in the rain.

Ding Yuan came to Wang Mu's bed, Wang Mu didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, except for his undulating chest, he was almost dead.

"I told you not to practice, but you still practice. Look at the present, this makes me a teacher..."

Ding Yuan couldn't go on talking, even though his heart was already calm, he still felt a faint sadness in his heart at this moment, not to mention that Wang Mu is a descendant of an old friend, just his identity made Ding Yuan unable to calm down.

Although the word Hua Buddha is the biggest taboo in the Three Realms and Nine Regions, as a Buddhist eminent monk, I have heard a few words about Hua Buddha.

The reincarnation of the ages, the endless years, the target of the Three Realms and the Nine Realms, Hua Buddha, I don't know how much suffering he has experienced. In this life, will he die so young again?
Wang Mu's chest was struggling and heaving, it was his unyielding will to persevere, but the corner of his mouth forced a smile, it was a smile that reassured the master standing here.

Ding Yuan was heartbroken watching it, and he decided that he couldn't just watch it like this.

"Son, you wait here, go out for the teacher, and get you a high-level pill back, the teacher will not let you die like this. Hold on, up to three days, the teacher will definitely come back to save you !" Taking a light breath, Ding Yuan frowned, and a look of determination floated on his always benevolent old face.

After speaking, he turned his head and looked outside the door. The violent storm was raging. As soon as the old man moved, he saw a stream of golden light rushing into the dense rain, leaving only a faint phantom in the room.

Ding Yuan left, but on the afternoon of the third day, Wu Wei, who had been away for almost two months, came back.

He also brought a lovely looking woman in a white dress.

The afternoon sun was extremely blazing, the flowers and plants bowed their heads, the leaves of the big trees curled up, and the dense heat distorted the cascading mountains in the distance.

Wu Wei and the woman fell into Wang Mu's room with a bang, bloodstained at the corners of their mouths, their expressions flustered.

There is only Wang Mu in the monk's room, and the rest of the senior brothers are all practicing among the flowers and plants outside.

"Brother Wang, where is Master? Brother, what's wrong with you?" Looking around the room, Wuwei saw Wang Mu lying on the bed, dying, and the panic on his face became more and more intense.

He squatted beside the bed with the woman, staring at Wang Mu in horror, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Brother Wang, wake up, what's going on? How did it become like this? Where is Master?" He grabbed Wang Mu's arm and shook it, then swallowed his saliva and murmured hysterically: "It's over, it's over, I'm It's a big disaster."

And that lovely woman stayed by Wuwei's side tightly, looking at her from time to time, smiling a little sadly, but didn't say much.

"Your mother, don't shake it anymore, you will really die if you shake it again." A weak voice came, and Wang Mu struggled to open his eyes.

The blurry vision gradually became clear. Wang Mu saw Wuwei and the woman beside him. Both of them were not in a good mood, both were a little pale, with blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, their hair was messy, and their clothes were torn from claw marks. traces, revealing the blood in it.

Seeing Wang Mu waking up, Wuwei smiled, with tears in his eyes, not only because of Wang Mu's sudden serious illness, but also because of his experience in the past two months.

"What's wrong with this? You're dying? Aren't you very, very high?" Wang Mu smiled persistently, just from his unscrupulous tone and firm eyes, he couldn't tell that he was dying people.

"Brother, something went wrong. Where is Master? Those wolf monsters have found us and have already chased us." Holding Wang Mu's hand, Wuwei sobbed. Know where to run.

"Oh, that's it..." Wang Mu still had the same lazy tone, stretched out a hand and said, "It's just a few wolves, you are afraid of wool, come, help brother up."

(End of this chapter)